it is even worse than san francisco. the wind blows, it is eroded, they have sandstorms, so she did not do so well. she lasted six months and a few years later, she died. meanwhile, the husband, like some fairy tale, took the young girl, edith, out of school and brought her back out there to live with three men and be there to take care of her. whether she escapes or not, i am not going to tell everybody. you are going to have to read the book. the second part, i was amazed at the correspondences between the other story. a second family lived on the island trying to do the same thing, to raise sheep and live apart from america, live your own utopian world. again, a war veteran, a woman who was also 38, a librarian from new york city. he brought her out there and things went pretty well for them until world war two came along. of course, there is a lot of misery involved. why would i write a book without misery in it? people do not really want to be miserable -- tavis: speaking of world war two and misery, you wrote this